Month: April, 2015

I thought I’d watch a movie but these
songs of tortured love took over and
I can’t stop

here’s a song that defines my
Guadalajara trip, when Carlos, I think,
waiting for me in my hotel room,
sitting on the bed under a springtime
painting on the wall above it, asked,
may I kiss you, outside the
bougainvillea were blooming as they
do there in spring, I said yes

later on I found out about chicken
mole, a wonderful Spanish dish

everywhere then the song had
invaded the city, Nana Mouskouri
was singing it